Grind

-michael hoblak

Living on the grind

Money’s got me blind

Don’t got no hindsight left

Every turn I take is left

Nothing’s right, so I have to fight

Just to stay alive tonight

So I grind it into overdrive into overtime

On the drop of a dime

Bending over backwards, snapping my spine

Nothing’s fine, so I bend these words

Forward and backward, my word

I choke the alphabet, murder it, I’m legit

And I’m gonna win this shit

Like the City Championship

Me and my clique, we run it

And we got you stunned like taser guns

We got you wasted, son

So you better run west like the Sun

‘Cause we’re beasts in the east

We all bring heat, we’re all heroes

And we got zeroes like we got bros and hoes

You don’t even know

So step off before we send you off

We’ll end you all, you’ll All Fall Down

In our town where we wear crowns

And wear frowns when we stare down clowns

This is our battleground, so don’t make a sound

Or we’ll break you down six feet underground

All chopped up like when we drop those pounds

fin.